“Mother thanks for trying to assist but I know what I am doing.”
“Fine if you really think that you know best than do what you must.”
She says that but there is so much of anger laced in her tone.
Malaya
Knock, knock
“Just a minute.”
As I race down the stairs and look through the peep hole, I see Jenna at the door.
I open the door and immediately throw my arms around the woman I consider a second mother to me.
“Hi Jenna how are you?”
“I’m ok, and how have you been keeping dear.”
“I’m good, come inside.”
As she takes a seat I sprint to the kitchen to fetch her an ice glass of cool drink and her favorite packet of chips, I walk in and hand it to her while she politely thanks me.
“So Laya I was wondering if you have picked out your dress for the dance yet, you know it’s in 2 days time.”
“No, actually I’m not going; I don’t really feel like going.”
“What! Don’t be silly, you have to go it’s a huge event for school and I think you will forever regret it if you don’t go.”
“You know I’m not really a party and dance kind of girl.”